The creative writing, observations, experiences, and opinions, on life, and the world around him, by Kiril Kundurazieff; taking one step at a time on the Journey of Discovery, and Enlightenment, that every individual must take from the cradle to the grave.

October 07, 2009

Killing Cats...A Love Story

Hi everyone, Nikita here!

I know, its been 2 months since my last post, and I apologize.

I've been preoccupied with watching all the new, and interesting, things Daddy has been doing around here lately, much of which meant him hogging the computer at times when I was not taking a nap, and might have wanted to go online.

Blogging about his trip to the Genealogy Confab he went to, then all that clothes shopping he did, followed by getting his first camcorder, and making his first videos for YouTube and, most recently getting all sorts of interesting things for his kitchen.

I had all these empty boxes in the kitchen, up until this afternoon, and not one of them was open so I could climb around in them, and maybe find a really cool place to take a nap in.

Wassup with that?

Then, the other night, when I greeted Daddy upon his return from work, Daddy starts pointing his camcorder the minute he opens the door!

Of course, I'm curious, I'm a Cat, for crying out loud, and you know what they say about curiousity, and Cats...

But enough about me, and the footage Daddy took.

If he puts it up on YouTube, and I'm trying my damndest to talk him out of it, believe you me, then I'll have more to say about it. ;-D

But, enough about me!

Today one of Daddy's cycling friends sent me an e-mail about a story that he knew would catch my attention.

A Google Search quickly found the original blog post, and so I can share it with you , dear reader. ;-D

We old people love to tell stories from our lives. We have lived long enough to have a lot of them and they get better and better with each re-telling until they are polished to a sparkling brilliance. Do we exaggerate sometimes? Certainly. Do we give the stories (and ourselves) better punchlines than what really happened? Of course. Because it's what we would have said or done if we had been as quick-witted then as we are now.

Sad, poignant, happy or funny, not infrequently our stories contain lessons we have learned and the wisdom we've gathered on our long journey through life and that should not be lost - which is what led to this blog.

A place where readers sit a spell and "listen" to other people's stories. And then tell their own.

One such story, appeared today, and was written by a Lady who loves, and cares for Cats, and has seen many come, and go, from her life.

This very moving story begins this way:

I feed the cats. I open the door in the middle of the night to let them out, I open the door in the middle of the night to let them back in. And then, when the day comes when they're too sick to stay, I’m the one who takes them to the vet.

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